New story, first time I've done an Egoshipping story so please forgive me if it's no good :p

Hope you enjoy it

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Ages:

Misty – 25

Ash – 25

Gary – 26

May – 25

Drew – 26

Dawn – 24

Brock – 28

Suzy – 28

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"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" Misty grumbled down her phone, head still buried in her pillows.

"Weddings leave you feeling happy inside?" May suggested.

"Going to have to try harder than that."

"You seemed fine at my wedding." May shrugged.

"That was different for two reasons. One, I was maid of honour I had no choice but to be happy and two, I was in a relationship." Misty explained.

"So?"

"So I wasn't being slapped in the face with other peoples love as a constant reminder that I'm sad, depressed and alone." Misty shouted.

"Okay, don't go." May sighed.

"Thank you."

"But Brock will be upset."

"He wouldn't even notice if I didn't show up." She groaned, aware of May's latest approach to getting her at the wedding.

"You're one of his best friends, he would notice if you didn't show up at his wedding."

"Can't you just say I've come down with some contagious disease and that I'm really sorry but I just won't be able to make it?"

"No! I won't lie for you."

"Please! You love me." Misty pleaded.

"And you love Brock." May smirked.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So you're going to go to his wedding aren't you?"

"Alright, fine! I'll go." Misty caved.

"Good girl." May smiled. "When's your train?"

"About an hour." Misty said, glancing towards her clock.

"And are you ready?"

"Define ready."

"Are you prepared to leave? Or are you lying in bed avoiding having to go?"

"I hate how well you know me." Misty groaned, sitting up in bed.

"It's a skill. Are you at least packed?"

"Yeah, I did that last night, I'm not completely incapable."

"I wouldn't be so sure." May laughed. "Now get out of bed, have a shower, get dressed and get your train."

"Will do." Misty rolled her eyes at May's instructions.

"We're already here so just call when you arrive and I'll come see you."

"Okay, see you later." Misty got out of bed.

"Bye, love you."

"Love you too." Misty said, hanging up the phone.

Grabbing some clothes Misty made her way to her bathroom, dreading the next few days to come.

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Misty ran through the station, her train was due to leave in two minutes, if she didn't pick up her pace she would miss it. Bumping into various people as she went Misty jumped onto her train, pulling her suitcase on after her, just as the doors began to shut.

"Thank god." Misty sighed to herself before flopping down onto a seat.

As she watched the scenery whiz past her she felt a vibration from her pocket, pulling her phone out she saw a text from May.

Did you get your train? X

Yes I did thanks mum x

Misty replied, rolling her eyes at May's motherly behaviour, since her break up May had taken it upon herself to make sure that Misty didn't fall into depression and despair, taking care of her and trying to keep her happy.

Misty felt herself smiling when she thought about her, despite the fact she was newly married at the time May was there for her, Drew deserved a medal for what he put up with, but it had been two years since the break up and Misty was ready to face him again.

Least that's what she told herself.

Ten minutes later she felt her phone vibrating again, looking down into her hand, expecting another text from May, she saw Brock's name flash up on the screen.

What time is your train getting into Pewter?

About ten past three

Alright. Looking forward to seeing you

Me too :)

Misty smiled to herself, she missed Brock and it had been too long since she'd last seen him. If she was completely honest with herself she missed both her boys but the chances were the latter didn't miss her at all.

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Misty dragged her suitcase though the station, in the direction of what she hoped was the taxi rank, when she heard her name being called above the crowd.

"Misty!" She turned to see Brock making his way through the crowds.

"Brock!" Misty cried, rushing over to him as fast as she could with her lump of a suitcase.

Once they reached each other Misty dropped her suitcase and was soon wrapped up in Brock's strong arms, he lifted her up off the ground as he squeezed her.

"I can't breathe." Misty laughed, returning the hug but not quite with the same intensity.

"Sorry." Brock returned Misty to the floor and released her. "It's just been so long since I've seen you."

"At least a year." Misty nodded.

"Misty darling!" Misty looked over Brock's shoulder to see Suzy walking over to the pair.

"Suzy, hi." She said, giving the woman a quick hug. "Congratulations by the way guys, don't think I've said that yet."

"You haven't." Brock smiled.

"I'm really happy for you both."

"Thanks, who'd have thought a woman could finally tame me?" Brock asked, putting his arm around Suzy.

"Tamed you? I think the real shock is you managed to get a woman to agree to even date you." Misty laughed.

"He wore me down." Suzy smirked.

"Hey!" Brock fake pouted.

"And I'm glad you did, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." She smiled up at Brock.

"As are you." He leant down and gave her a quick kiss before rubbing his nose against hers.

Misty watched them with envy, she wished she could find someone to be like that with, somebody to love. She glanced down at her feet, she'd had somebody who loved her but she pushed them away as she always does.

"Shall we get you to the hotel?" Suzy asked, pulling Misty's focus back.

"Sure, sounds like a good idea." She smiled.

Brock reached down and grabbed her suitcase off the floor and led the way through the station, his arm still tightly around Suzy. Misty followed behind them, left to her own thoughts and worries about the wedding and seeing him again.

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Misty walked into her hotel room, promising to meet Brock this evening for drinks with the wedding party, but right now that was the last thing she wanted to do.

She threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes, if she was going to get through this it was going to take lots of alcohol and sleep.

"You're here!" May called out, walking into Misty's room along with Drew.

"How did you find me?" Misty asked, lifting her head up and looking towards the door.

"We ran into Brock in the lobby, told us what room you were in." Drew explained.

"Wow, got myself a pair of stalkers." Misty joked.

"Your room's nicer than ours." Drew said, walking over to Misty and jumping onto the bed next to her. "And your beds softer, swap?"

"Why should I?" Misty stuck her tongue out.

"Because you'll just be using yours for sleeping." Drew shrugged.

"Still not happening." Misty gave him a look.

"You coming to drinks tonight?" May asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know, told Brock I would but I think I'm coming down with something." Misty explained.

"Don't even lie to me Misty, remember I know you too well." May crossed her arms.

"I hate you sometimes." Misty picked up a pillow and placed it over her head.

"You're coming to the drinks tonight."

"You can't make me." Misty said, petulantly.

"Misty Waterflower, get your head out from under there and get ready for the drinks."

"No!" She called, causing May to sigh.

"Drew?"

"On it." Drew nodded.

He grabbed Misty around the waist and pulled her off the bed and turned her to face May. May made a circle with her finger and Drew nodded again.

"What are you…" Misty stopped talking when she felt herself spinning in Drew's arms. Her legs now pointed towards the ceiling, her head hovering a few inches off the ground.

"Better." May said, crossing her arms.

"Put me down Drew!" Misty cried out, squirming in his arms.

"Sorry, I don't take my orders from you." He shrugged.

"Get yourself a husband and you can boss him around." May smirked.

"Thanks for the advice." Misty continued to squirm so Drew tightened his grip on her.

"Now Misty, are you going to come to the drinks tonight?"

"I already told you, no."

"Wrong answer." May shook her head. "Drew?"

Drew began to shake Misty up and down in his arms.

"Okay! Okay!" Misty called out, May held her hand up stopping Drew.

"Yes Misty?" She smiled smugly at the upside down girl.

"I'll go to these stupid drinks tonight." She groaned.

"Thought you might. Drew, release." May instructed.

Drew threw Misty towards the bed, causing her to scream as she flew through the air.

"I hope he doesn't man handle you like this." Misty moaned, righting herself on the bed.

"He does, but in the right situations it can be quite a turn on." May smirked.

"Brilliant." Misty rolled her eyes.

"Come on, don't act like you didn't love it when Ash used to take control." Drew's eyes widened as the statement slipped out his mouth. "I mean… fuck it." He muttered.

The silence in the room was thick, nobody knew what to say next. Two years had passed and just saying his name could still tear Misty apart.

"Don't worry about it Drew, somebody was bound to mention him sooner or later. Hell, in a couple of hours I'll probably have to see him." Misty fake smiled, pretending she didn't feel broken inside.

"I know, but I just… Sorry." He mumbled, looking down at his feet.

"You don't have to go tonight if you don't want to." May said, feeling guilty for pressuring her friend.

"Don't worry about it, I may as well get it over with. And if there is alcohol involved it will be so much easier."

"That may not be the best of ideas." May laughed with a shake of her head.

"Why not?" Misty raised her eyebrow.

"Do you not remember my wedding?" May questioned.

"Vaguely." Misty tried to think back, she remembered the ceremony, she remembered the dinner then there was champagne, lots of champagne.

"Exactly. And this time we don't have A…" Drew cleared his throat, hoping to cover up his blunder. "We don't have anyone to look after you."

"I can look after myself!" Misty pouted.

"I think it's pretty clear that you can't." May gave her a stern look.

"Alright, fine. I won't get drunk tonight, promise." Misty smiled.

"Good, I'm not dealing with that. We'll leave you to it, get settled in and then meet us in hotel bar later?" May asked.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

"Bye." May waved slightly, dragging Drew out the room.

Misty waited until they'd left before lying back down on the bed, pulling a pillow towards her and hugging it close, this was going to be harder than she thought.

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Misty had ended up falling asleep, the only reason she showed up for the drinks were frantic texts from May, asking where she was, worried she'd run back to Cerulean.

Walking into the hotel bar she noticed May and Drew on the other side of the room, deciding it would be best to spend her evening with a couple than play the part of the singleton, she began to make her way over.

"Red?" A deep voice asked from behind her, only one person ever calls her Red.

"Gary?" She turned round and her eyes widened, the years had been good to Gary. She always thought he had that cute, bad boy look about him but he'd grown up to become a handsome, rugged man.

"Good to see you." Gary smirked, giving her a once over.

"It's been so long." She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.

She frowned in confusion as Gary returned the hug, where had this come from? They were never exactly close and now she was acting as if they were long lost friends.

"How've you been?" She asked, releasing him.

"Good, you?"

"Great, thanks." She lied, but she wasn't about to go into that with Gary.

"How's the gym?" He asked when she turned to leave.

"Oh, it's fine." She turned back. "I've got my sisters running it for a couple of days while I come here. How about you? Still researching?"

"Yeah, still helping out in Gramp's lab."

"Oh my god, how is he? I haven't seen him in years." She gushed as she thought back to Professor Oak.

"He's fine. Didn't realise you were such a fan." Gary laughed, it was a deep infectious laugh that soon had Misty smiling.

"You've changed a hell of a lot." Misty said when his chuckles died down.

"I have? You're still the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well you've hardly grown, you're still a little runt, despite filling out nicely over the years." He raised his eyebrow at her with a smirk. Misty crossed her arms, only increasing the cleavage that Gary was discreetly staring at.

"A runt? Are you kidding me right now?"

"Nope, how tall are you? Five foot nothing?" Gary joked.

"I'm not that much shorter than you!" She took a step closer, proving her point. His chin in line with the top of her head.

"Heels." He pointed towards her feet.

"Oh fuck off!" She took a step back giving him a glare. "If I had two feet of spiked hair on my head I'd look tall too." She angrily pointed to his hair.

"I see your temper hasn't changed over the years then?" He questioned.

"You know what? I take it back, you haven't changed at all over the years. You're still the same arrogant, cocky little arsehole you always were." Gary laughed, only causing Misty to get angrier.

"Ouch, that one hurt." He took a swig of his drink. "So, here with anyone?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Nope, alone. You?" Her arms dropping, no longer folded across her chest.

"Ditto." He nodded.

"Seriously? The Gary Oak is dateless? Couldn't even convince one of your cheerleaders to come?" She smirked.

"It's been over ten years since I had cheerleaders Misty, I've grown up."

"Could have fooled me." Misty muttered, again Gary laughed before finishing his drink.

"I'm going to get another one, can I get you anything Red?" He asked, when he noticed both her hands were empty.

"Vodka and lemonade please." Misty smiled, never one to turn down a free drink.

"Coming right up." He nodded, turning towards the bar.

Misty reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could leave.

"Double."

"Sure." He smiled and walked off.

Once she was alone Misty took her chance to scan the room, she saw a sea of faces, some she recognised, some she couldn't quite name but knew she'd met and some she'd never seen before. She saw a mess of black hair, causing her eyes to stop roaming, she barely recognised him without a stupid cap on his head.

The black hair began to move as the man in question turned round, his eyes meeting hers almost immediately. Those familiar brown eyes boring into her blue ones, neither one being able to break the contact.

"Ash." She whispered, his name tumbling off her lips for the first time in two years.

Was it too late to go back into hiding in her room?

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Thoughts? Worth carrying on? Or does it sound like it will be ridiculously clichéd? Let me know

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